Donna Rider Novels & Stories

he asked no one in particular "Look at De Luca's son. He's only sixteen but already he's getting into the business. And that little shit looks like he might really turn out to be my biggest competition yet" "Padre..." "I said SHUT UP" Angry that he'd ended up with two useless girls, the Don descended on them like a possessed man. He didn't care who his blows landed on. So long as it was one of them, he was okay with that. When Marianna realized that, she pushed Carina forward so that she got most of the hits. By the time the Don was done, Carina's face was swollen with bruises everywhere while Marianna only had a few bruises.

But the fully armed guards denied them entry without a shred of warmth. "We're here to see Nancy," Tad raised his voice, trying to summon his former influence. "You know who we are! We used to be regulars here! I was her fiancé, and we were as close as brothers!" "Donna Bellini is not seeing visitors," the guard replied, cold as a weapon. "Donna Bellini? We're her friends—her family—" Leo attempted to soften the tone. "Her ex-fiancé and his treacherous brother," another guard interrupted bluntly, full of disdain.

Jason faltered. "My people," I said. The joy on Jason's face slowly froze. He looked me up and down. The expensive custom suit. The flawless makeup. The cold, detached expression. I was nothing like the gentle, obedient wife he remembered. "Who the hell are you?" I smiled. "Let me reintroduce myself." "Janet Rizzo. Heir to the Rizzo family. The Rizzos of the underworld." Jason stumbled backward like he'd been punched. "That's impossible. You said you came from an ordinary family."

The day his first love came back, I became a thief of the Moretti family. One word of grievance from her, and I was brought before the Family Council. Her single tear cost me twenty lashes. Lucien took away my ring, my power, and gave everything that was mine to another woman. Later, I finally stopped explaining. Because I knew a man who would never trust me was not worth waiting for. It wasn't until he saw my "body" being carried out that he finally went mad.

Thrown out. "And the Donna?" My voice is a low growl. "What did she do?" The butler flinches. "The Donna... she just stood there. She watched us take everything. And she didn't say a word." My heart stops. "Nothing?" "Nothing, Boss. She just watched. Then she turned and walked away. Her face was... blank." How could she be calm? Five years ago, a mistress knocked over her palette, and she threw a fit for three days.

"Selena, I have two options for you—one, you continue medical school and have a quiet career as a small-time doctor after graduation. Two, I'll adopt you and train you as my heir. Newborough will be yours." George's words pulled me out of my thoughts. I grinned at him and winked. … Many years later, no one knew that the mafia's Donna was an ordinary surgeon. I never visited my mom after George put her into a regular elderly home. As for Ariana, she was asked to either continue her studies or find a job and make an honest living for herself. On a weekend afternoon, I knocked on Nancy's front door again. I smiled as I handed her 500 dollars and a necklace with a golden heart-shaped pendant. "N

He vows to me and I don’t know what to say to that, so he just hugs me. “Told ya, time and again little Cassie, you’re not alone. Who are ya?” he asks, and I chuckle as I look at him once more. “Donna Cassandria Bristol-Romano, the first female Don. The daughter of Gabriella Romano and Terry Bristol, the sister of ex-army commander Andros Bristol-Romano. The niece of the great Don Francesco Romano and Sophie Romano. The cousin to one of the baddest men on the planet, Daragh O’Rourke, one of the four Irish Kings. That is who I am,” I say to him and he smiles at me with pride in his eyes.

“If you cry now, you will ruin your makeup.” “What if someone out there knows me? I used to be a stripper,” Donna whispered harshly. Farah looked mildly irritated with her in that way siblings were when someone was being overdramatic. “They can go fuck themselves.” Donna shook her head. “I won’t be a good Luna. Fuck, I do not even know what a Luna is.” My eyes found hers. Donna’s lips trembled as one tear slipped down. “I am not like you,” she added.

When Donna woke up, the things she saw in her dreams were still vivid in her head. Donna can remember even the smallest details from that dream. It was as if she experienced it herself. But of course, that would be impossible since Donna was only fifteen when she saw all of it. But her dreams led her to believe that all of them were true. It is because of Rhianne Cartel and Keith Lancester. Aside from the fact that she saw both of them in her dreams, Donna had also met them in her previous school. Although they act differently in reality, Donna knows they are still the same people in her dreams.

I reached for them and pulled them up enough to tongue her nipples. "And it's not like she isn't hot. She's got a great body. What do you expect. No kids, no job, personal trainer at the gym. She's, like, 24, isn't she? " She asked, but it was a pretty inopportune moment. My mouth full of her ample tits, I just grunted my assent. Donna did have a great body. Not as pretty as Krista. No. But cute, in a bouncy, cheer-squad kind of way. With a rack that could come close to matching Krista's, and a really sexy bubble ass.